"Missing In Action" By Nikki H

Title: Missing In Action

Author: Nikki.H.

Status: S/J Romance/ Angst

Rating: PG

Spoilers: COTG,

Summary: Jacks self destruction after a team member goes missing. (Gee, I wonder who that could be? *G*)

Disclamiers: Humph, i own nothing, Nada, Zip. The dudes at showtime,(lucky-son-of-a-guns), do! So you can't so me! Hmmm what else, oh yeah, nup can't be bothered, you guys all know the drill!

Authors note: Yep, plenty of feed back. No flames, they tend to hurt and make me reclusive for the next week until i recover. Ok here we go......

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"Sir, It's an Asgard." Major Samantha Carter proclaimed, tugging at Colonel Jack O'Neill's arm, like an excited child at Christmas. "I think he's hurt." Her voice was filled with concern and she looked at him for permissions.

A simple nod of his head, she raced off, determined to reach the fallen Alien species in a ditch. The small grey being gasped for breath, the small mouth opening and closing, much like a trout that had just been landed on a creek. He loved that about her. After all the Aliens they'd seen, all the death and horror brought to man kind, Samantha Carter was always willing to help those in need. You could call her an Angel, a goddess, but those simple words couldn't make up for who she was. Simply she was Sam. Major Samantha Carter. A trained solider and astrophysicists, sent from heaven to help the suffering, whether it was her closet friend or a hate filled enemy.

"Major!" He called out, a warning, not loud enough for her delicate ears. She turned, in the process of lifting the Asgard into her hands, and looked at him. Her eyes saw the reflection of danger, in the mist of his hazel eyes, and she ducked, narrowly missing a blast of energy.

Goul'd Attack.

His mind raced and he was stuck in time, watching and waiting for his team member to get back up again. She did, hugging the Alien to her with dear life, never giving up on the helpless being, and raced time itself to reach safety. Sam wasn't so lucky a second time. Struck down by the force of energy, her leg helplessly spasm in kiss of fire. She fell, crumbling into a pile, sheilding the alien with her body.

"Sam!" He yelled, trying desprately to coax her head towards them. They where close to the stargate, nor more than 5 clicks from the circle of wonder. He glanced briefly towards the stargate before looking back at her.

She was gone.

Everybody was. A silent wind whistled through the trees. The serpent guards, the Asgard. Everybody. Only himself and his remaining team, stood confused in the tree waiting. "Sam!" He cried one last time.

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Jack sat up bolt right in his chair, the half filled whiskey glass flying off the table. He breathed in deeply. Shaking away theremembrances of the dream.

He stood, stretching his body, his mustles protesting at the activity. He'd fallen asleep at his desk again. He hadn't left the compound since she disaperd. Instead he stayed close to the stargate, his mind possessing him to think she'd step through anyday now, his heart ordering him to stay, just in case.

Jack slumped his shoulders and dragged himself through the hallways. Now empty and lifeless without the girly laughter, his ears ached to hear. The debriefing room was in it's usual state. Everything in it's place. Not a paper nor piece of lint on the floor or table. Everything spick and span, as if on display, like a museum for military Generals. That's how General Hammond liked it, that's how it would stay. The strong Military man himself sitting at the head of the table, arms folded, eyes glued in a position of deep thought.

Jack watched, careful not to startle the man, he sat, making his presence clear. The General looked up. Old dark eyes that had seen to much wasted death, to much violence, pain and suffering. They connected with a pair of Hazel reclusive eyes. Hazel eyes that shielded the real emotion he was holding, but pain peeked around the edges, making a note of everything that was around him, or more or less, what was *not* around him.

"Son," Voice weary, Tierd, not wanting to speak the words that sat on his tounge. "We've called off the search. We've declared Major Carter Missing In Action." The General might as well as slapped the man in the face, the words having the same effect. The news hit him hard, a freight train roaring through his heart and out his mouth.

"HOW?"

The General raised his hand in defend. "I'm sorry son, Daniel reported that there's no sign of her. " He watched the man before him carefully, his emotions masked, but his body showing the tell tale signs of anger. "It's been 4 days." He reminded him.

"Daniel called the search off?" Hammond could tell that Jack felt decived that his own best friend had given up hope of finding her. "She's gone for 4 days and declared dead?" He emphasized 'dead', the word seeming like a forbidden saying. Hammond swallowed slowly, his tempeture rising around his collar, feeling like he had committed a crime and was being punshied.

Jack pushed away from the table, egnoring the pitiful looks from his General. He didn't want sympathy, didn't need the 'there, there Colonel, life goes on'. They where wrong, all of them. Sam would come back. She always did. Like a lost puppy, she'd smell the scent and come home. Come home to him. Tell him stories of where she had been and what she had done, her eyes lighting up excited as the words tumbled out of her mouth, in a consistant rush.

"Colonel, there's nothing we can..."

Jack raised his hand, stopping the General from finshing his pitying sentance. "Don't." His words simple and clear. "The only thing you can do is send another team out to look for her." His eyes still alight with hope, the same hope since he'd returned that cold night.

"I can't do that."

Jack sighed and walked to the door. He could feel the Generals eyes boring into him, pleading for him to let her go. He would never do such a thing. So he turned. "Than i don't want to know." His voice soft, laced with grief.

He turned and left the pondering General. Leaving him to sit and think about how he was going to stop the inevitable of closing the gate from her. Closing out her code, so that anyone who might find her and take her code, couldn't endanger the program and replace Major Carter. Not that anyone could. He hated watching the Stargates finest Colonel self destruct into a grieveing, bitter mass.

Hammond knew the Colonel had been dragged through hell backwards on many occasions, one being the death of his son. A hand that fate had delt him, evily clutching his son and taking him away into the deepths of obliviation. But this time the Colonel wasn't letting go without a fight. He clutched desperately onto Carter, refusing to give way. Determined not to lose another loved one.

Oh, the General was not a stupid man. He'd seen too much in his day, not to know what love was. And the bond the two held was stronger than love. Sure they where military though and through, neither one giving into their own stubbornness. But in a way, they let each other know that he or she was there for them.

Now he just hoped that the Colonel could get through this, without throwing himself into another sucidal mission. But the thought didn't strike him as a realistic one. He knew Jack long enough, that the Colonel thought death was the easy way out. No, Jack would fight for her. Even through Death he'd fight. Fight his way through hell and all the demons and monster that came with it, just to reach her.

Jack walked into the comforting darkness of his office. The normally huanting confinements of his office,seemed a perfect hole to wallow in. A place where he was allowed to just sit and stare into space, away from the prying curious eyes of the SGC. Yeah, he'd seen the looks from the other soliders, some moving away from him in discomfort, some touching his arm and saying it was OK.

What did they know? Nothing. Even Simmons, who had run away in fright from him, knew that the Colonel wanted to be left alone. Did that stop them? No. Infact it attracted staff like bee's to honey. Like he was some stray kitten looking for a knew home. He didn't want a new home. He wanted Sam.

So his day was spent in his office. Sifting through unfinshed paper work, glaring at officers who'd stop by and give there bit of condollances. She wasn't dead for christ sakes, he felt like screaming after Captin Crawford came in. She patted his arm, all cat like and purring her words of comfort, he felt like screaming. She's never once given a damn about Sam. None of them did. It was just this week's piece of gossip to them. Another normal week at the SGC.

But for him it was like hell. Another day full of mixed emotions, fear, angusish, worry. Another day without the sun shining, another day full of old demons to haunt him. Another day of pacing pack and forth counting the minutes go by, until his head convinced him that the more he counted to less time it gave her to get back. SO he'd stop. He's drown his thoughts in liquor.

She wasn't missing. He'd tell himself. Just lost, absent for the time being. But as time wore on and the day merged into night he'd feel the sharp pains. The old pains of his heart being torn in two. His body empty and craving for a special taste. A hunger that could never be feed. He felt empty. Plain empty. Like he was missing something vital. Like a body without a heart. A bird without wings. A violin without strings. A singer without a voice.

Still he sat. Staring, longing. Were was she? He's ask himself every hour. Was she OK? Was she calling for him? questions that could never be answerd. Jack lay his head down on the desk and stared at the photo frame infront of him.

It was a pictures of him and the rest of the SG-1 team. He could still hear he laughter and the sound of the beach behind him. It had been his birthday. Sam had thrown a surprise birthday party at his favorite beach. Sam and Cassandra had scowerd the whole beach for shells and made a huge sigh that said 'happy birthday Jack.' written in sea shells. It had been one of the happiest days he'd had in a long time.

Jack had just finshed telling Sam and the guys a joke, when Janet had snuck up and taken a photo while they where still laughing. He'd loved the picture. Made them all look happy and carefree. Like normal people. Like real friends at a birthday party. He especially loved how big her smile looked. How she seemed to gaze up at him, as if she'd never heard a funnier joke in her life. SHe had that way with people.

Made them feel like they were the only person in the universe. Made you feel like someone. Someone important.

He missed her. He cried out her name and fingered the picture frame lovingly. Come home, Sam. He pleaded. Please, just come home.

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Daniel Jackson slowly reached out to knock on Colonel Jack O'Neill's door. He knew that Jack wouldn't be happy to see him. General Hammond had informed him that he, had personally told Jack the search was off, that Jack was no happy camper about it. But Daniel pushed his fears away and struggled to keep the coffee cup still in his shaking hands.

"Jack?" He called opening the door slowly. Jack had been shut up in his office when he wasn't on missions. No one could convince him to go home and wait. No one dared too. They all knew that Jack would find some excuse to stay. Paper work being one at the moment. Daniel felt guilt well inside him. He hadn't wanted to call off the search, but search after search had been wasted. No one found a trace of her, Nor the Asgard she had rescued. "Jack, are you here?"

"What?"

His voice was cold and raw. The smell of whiskey and sweat set off his senses. He took a reflex step back into the corridor. The light was off in the office and he fumbled the wall for a switch. A bright light filled the office and Jack shrunk painfully to hide from the glaring rays.

Daniel's eyes filled with pity as he spied the man infront of him. Jack's eyes where red and blotchy, his chin prodded with stuble, giving the man a rugged look. An empty bottle of whiskey sat beside the slumped man and Daniel groaned inwardly. Jack as usual had decided to drink himself brain dead until it didn't hurt anymore.

"God, Jack." He murmerd, feeling overwhelmed by the destroyed man infront of him. Jack turned in his chair,so that he didn't have to face the man before him. Not out of shame, but a hostile movement showing he didn't want to look at his decieving friend. Daniel had expected this, knew he's seen the familar fire of anger that huanted the older man's eyes.

"Go away."

Daniel didn't intend on doing such a thing. He instead shut the door behind him and crossed the door to his desk. The smell of whiskey grew and Daniel swallowed the bile that threatend at his throat. The acidic taste burned his throat, reminding him of the skin burning when Sam had been hit in the leg. He closed his eyes to force the picture away. His face crumbled.

"I miss her too, you know."

Jack spun in his chair, hands slamming down on the desk. It wasn't hard to see why Sam had nick named him 'the bear'. Jack sat with his shoulders high, his mouth curling at the edges into a growl. "You miss her?" He seemed to scoff at the foolishly words spoken. "You miss her?" His voice grew dangerously low.

Daniel looked down at the desk, desperate to seek release from the anger gaze. A gaze of a mad man, a man who no longer had anything to live for. One who could not and would not control his actions. If push came to shove, Jack was more then willing to shove. Daniel picked up the photo frame, smiling at the laughing Sam.

The photo was snatched from his grip. Jack glared at him, like he had stolen something. "If you miss her then why did you call of the search? Huh? She *never* would of given up on you."

Daniel bit his lip. He knew Jack was upset and he tried to egnore the shooting looks of hate. "Jack." He said calmly deciding to help Jack instead of walking away. "That's not fair. We couldn't do any more."

"NOT FAIR?" Jack roared. The photo frame was hurled across the room and hit the wall. The glass and frame shattering at the contact and fell to the floor. Daniel jumped at the sound and looked back at Jack. He was scowling so much, that his face became red and his nostrils flared. "I'll show you what's not fair." He pulled Daniel by the collar and dragged him across the floor to the shattered frame. He picked up the photo and thrust it in his face. "See that? That's s our team mate! Samantha Carter. See could be lying in a ditch somewhere calling for our help." He thrust the photo father into his face, until Daniel had to mouth his head in order to breath. "Remember that face? You didn't even care enough to look for her. You just gave up! Found it easier to call her Missing In Action." Jack let go of Daniel and let him slide to the floor. "4 Days she's gone and you call her dead!" Jack glared at him and threw the photo at him. "4 days! Sam wouldn't give up on your after 4 years!"

Daniel stood up, backing away. He felt the need to turn around, open the door and hide under Teal'c bed. But of course then he'd have to explain to teal'c why and well he didn't want to go there. He needed to face he's fears, Sam told him that once, she said we didn't know how much of the line we had left to go, and you might as well enjoy what was left. She was right of course. But why did his fear have to be the foot taller man, with red eyes of furry named Jack?

"We searched the whole area, Jack. She's not there. You know that. I know that. But blaming me isn't going to bring Sam back." Jack was silent. Daniel took this time to regroup his thought and prepare for what ever he thought might be next.

Jack turned to him, eyes ablaze again. "Your right. It's not." He turned to him desk and suddenly kicked it, making Daniel jump again. "I should just forget about her right? " Jack turned around asking him directly. "She's nothing. Just another solider. Right Daniel?" He waved his hands around dramatically. "I should just forget i ever met her. Forget that she saved both our asses and the earth numours times." Jack smiled evily. "Right? Isn't that how it goes with you? Just think of her as nothing Daniel, just like you?"

Daniel shook his head afraid. He no longer felt brave or a 29 year old man. He felt like a 5 year old boy again, being yelled at for breaking the lamp. Daniel regretted ever coming into the office and now started at the closed door. Would people hear him screaming bloody murder if Jack decided to pull him limb from limb. Daniel sighed and pulled all the remaining strength left in him. His mouth worked now at it's own accord know what your doing. "I did the same thing when Shar'ee went missing."

Somehow Jack froze and his glare became deeper then before. He turned away from the man. Daniel thought perhaps it was he was crying, but his next actions proved him wrong. With a war cry, Jack kicked the desk. It shuttered. Not enough to sooth his rage, Jack lifted the desk and over turned it, kicking it until his legs ached.

Daniel backed up to the door, treding on the broken glass. Jack looked up, sweat beading his forehead. As if Daniel had never been there Jack glared at him with new hate. He cocked his head to the side, staring accusingly at him. "Everythings about you and your dear Shar'ee. Is that why you called off the search? We where wasting time on your Sam, when we could be spending those precious minutes looking for Shar'ee?"

Daniel bit his lip. Jack had really lost it. Not only was he punshing Daniel, but he was blaming it on him. "Jack, stop it." He tried reasoning. "Your not doing yourself any good."

Jack didn't take heed of his words. "What's the matter Danny, did i hit the spot. I'm right arn't i? What Sam not pretty enough, not good enough?" He pointed his finger and him. "What Sam not good enough compared to Shar'ee in Dr Daniel Jackson's eyes.?"

Daniel felt tears sting his eyes. He bit down hard on his lip. Jack's words where petty and mean, delibratly taunting him with each word. Jack knew it wasn't true. He loved Sam too. SHe was like a sister he never had. A sister he always wanted. He'd never compared her to Shar'ee. Never. "I never said that Jack! I care about Sam as much as you do!"

"You?" Jack looked at the broken coffee cup at Daniel's feet. He kicked it, narrowly missing Daniel and shattering against the door. Jack looked back at him, satisfied that he'd scared him. "You love no one but yourself and your rocks!" He growled and stalked over to the fallen desk. He was quite and when he looked at him, his eye where filled with pain. "You could never love her like i do. And now you've stolen her for your own pety needs."

Daniel let the tears run. He felt like Jack had punched him in the Stomach. His own friend was calling him and his wife pety. Daniel had enough. He wasn't going to stand here and let one drunken old fool tell him he was nothing. "If you loved her, then why did you never tell her?" Daniel didn't care anymore how Jack felt. He felt his own need to get back at him and let him feel the pain he had just given him. "Huh Jack? How come every time she tried to talk to you, you shrug her off?" Jack had stopped now and watched him, his eyes losing the fire and instead turning ice cold. "Why'd you call for Sarah and not Sam when you where in Antaritca?"

Daniel was breathing hard now. Kicking aside the broken glass he pulled himself tall. "You feel better now Jack? You've shifted the blame on everyone else. What would Sam say if she was here?" He let him think about that. He could see Jack let his armour slip for a moment until it was quickly replaced.

"Well i'll never get to find out, because she's offically MIA thanks to you." Jack glared at him. "Tell Shar'ee i said Hi!"

Daniel groaned. "For God Sakes man! Can't you see? Can't you learn? Why if Sam where here, she'd tell you what a stupid old fool your being. It's not my fault she's gone! It's nobodys fault and blaming me isn't going to solve your problems. " Daniel gulped sucking in air before he launched into another screaming match. "Maybe it's your fault, for not telling her how you feel. You where to afraid to tell her. To afraid that she'd never love and old bitter soilder like you back."

Daniel knew he wasn't being fair. But he didn't care anymore. Jack had pushed him too far. He didn't care that he had lost a son or that he was just upset that Sam was missing. Sam was important to everyone and he acted like he was the only one who cared for her. "You know what Jack?" He growled. "I wouldn't be surprised if she did hate you. Who would love you? Obviously Sara couldn't!"

Jack whirled to face him. Daniel knew he had crossed the line. He frowned and opened the door Jack!" He screamed and slammed the door shut. He huffed and took off down the hall, soliders scattering to get out of the man's way.

Jack stood in his office. Shocked beyond words. Anger flared and the tears swelled. He looked at the Cubourd and grapped it. Pushing it over, he kicked it in until the wood splittered and broke. He cursed as the wood stuck his toe and he looked around. Picking up the discarded bottle and threw it at the door. "I don't need you!" He sobbed. "I don't need anyone! You can all go to hell." He screamed. He knew that people could hear him outside and he didn't care.

"I don't need any of you." He whisperd, tears streaming down his face. He walked to the door and then stopped. His foot caught something. Lifting it, he realised he had stepped on the photo. He picked it up and pulled away the glass. His hands bleed, but he feebly scratched away the glass, until he could see her face.

She stared up at him, smiling innocent. Niave, he called her. But he wouldn't change her one bit. He'd happily hold her tight and cover her with his jacket, to keep the world away. To keep her safe, so that no one could ruin her innocence. Salty tears dapped at her face and he angrily smeared them away. "I need you." He whisperd and held the photo to him. "I need Sam." He whisperd and sunk into the carpet. He cried all the pain he'd ever felt in his life, letting it leek from his body so that the pain rushed out in rivers. "Please," He sobbed. "Don't let her die. Please. I'll do anything. Ple" and he broke. No longer able to breath, he sobbed and curled into a ball amoung the glass. 'What have I done? what have i done' he asked himself over and over again.

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"Please, Thor, i'm fine." Sam begged. Her leg spasmed as she attemped to stand. Thor rushed to her and lay a cold hand over her hand. She stopped and sat back. Sam looked into the aliens large eyes. She searched them for some kind of understanding. "Please Thor." She said in her softest voice. She smiled warmly. "I appriacte everything you've done, but i need to get home. Really, the Colonel has probally lost his hair by now."

The alien smiled at the memory of the rebelliuos Jack O'Neill. He nodded to the alien on the oppisite slab of metal waved at her leg. "My collegues do not think it is wise to go so soon. You are still healing young Carter."

Sam's face fell. She'd been gone for so long, that she'd lost track on how long. "Please Thor. I need to get back.My friend will be so worrid." The Asgards once again exhanged looks, Sam could swear they where talking another language through their eyes. "Please?" She pleaded.

Thor touched the top of her head gently. "Young Carter." he said before he contiued. "The Asgard formally thankyou for saving one of our own. You have shown bravery and a kindness towards our race that we shall be ever grateful." He mentioned to the smaller Asgard who was lying on the other slab of metal.

"We will send you back, as long as you promise to look after your leg. It is still weak."

Sam nodded eagerly. She quickly hugged him, surprising both of them. Sam grinned when the Alien stiffly hugged her back and she pulled back. "Thankyou!" Sam was so happy she was going to go home. She couldn't wait to see the Colonel's face when she showed up from the dead.

Sam waved as Thor telliported her and she gasped when she found herself in the base hallway. She grinned looking around. The movement to quick, she stumbled and fell against a door. Sam looked up, she could hear a sobbing sound. Like someone was crying. She stood aback confushed. Her smile wipped off her face as she gapped at the name tap above. Colonel O'Neil.

Sam knocked. It didn't sound like him. It sounded like a whimpering. Maybe it was Daniel. Who ever was in there threw something at the door. "I said go away!" Sam took a step back, frightend. Against her instincts, she opened the door slowly.

What she saw there replusted her. Sam looked confused at the Colonel's nromally spic and span office. Every piece of funiture was overturned. Glass and coffee mugs where smashed and tiny spots of blood stained the carpet. Her eyes fell on a curled up figure. Sam didn't know what to make of it, There was her Colonel, balled up and crying into a broken photo frame. His face was turned away from her, so he didn't know it was her.

"Get out!" He roared and heaved the frame at her. Sam caught it in time and Jack turned away from her. He obviuosly didn't know it was her, but Sam still felt hurt. She took a step forward and he stood up and whirled away from her. "You come to gloat Daniel?"

Sam watched him confused at Jack stood with his back to her. She didn't say anything becasue he contniued. She'd never heard so much hate before in a persons voice. " Have you Daniel? I mean isn't it enough that you've told me that no one could love me? So what if i love Sam, I don't expect her to feel the same way." Jack kicked at the chair infront of him. "I don't care! You hear me? I don't care!"

Sam couldn't help but gasp. She quickly coverd her mouth and ducked her head. Jack loved her. She smiled from ear to ear, grinning like a school girl. It was true, Jack loved her. Jack seemed to hear this and turned. His eyes almost fell out of his head. Jack's eye filled with tears, shed themselves at the heavenly sight.

"Sam?" He quietly utterd. She nodded slowly and pulled herself to stand. Her leg spasmed again and she lent back against the wall. Jack couldn't belive it. There she stood. Sam the one he had been waiting for.

But he loved at her more colsely, trying to see if she was a trick of the light, a clone or an Alternate Reality version. "Is it really you?" He asked shaken.

Sam nodded again and gingerly took a small step towards him. She saluted, smiling. Before her hand had lowerd he ran to her and swooped her up in his arms. "God, Sam. your home" He cried out into her shoulder. Sam smiled and hugged him back.

He held her in the air for a couple of minutes before Sam had to push him away. "Ah, Jack, i love you too, but oxygen becoming an issue." He dropped her, a little to quickly and she grapped onto him for balance. Once he steadied her, he looked into her eyes. "Don't look so surprised." Sam said wipping away a tear. "How could i *not* love you?"

Jack smiled for the first time since she had gone missing. He hugged her again and then kissed her with all his might. Sam double taked and grinned into his lips. This is more like it. She thought to herself. That must have been standing there for ever, because there was a knock at the door.

Daniel sleaked in, head bent in shame. He didn't even see Sam as he walked in. "Jack....i...I didn't mean what i said earlier. I was just so angry and you hurt me. Please. I didn't mean what i said about no one loving you. I was just mad." He stopped when he heard Jack laughing.

Daniel looked up surprised. There, standing in Jack's protective arms, was Sam. Smiling and grinning as if she'd never left. He rubbed his eyes and before he knew it Sam hugged him. "Did you miss me?"

* * * * *

"So Thor took it as his duty to look after me." Sam explained in the briefing. All 4 men stared at her as if to make sure she was really there. "But i eventally explained to him that i needed to get back and he said i could, as long as i stayed off my leg."

The Genral nodded. Janet had already sent him the report on Sam's leg. It was healling well, and she'd be back on it in no time. Hammond was pleased. He had his team back. His family ruiented. Jack was smiling no stop and cracking his usual jokes, and Sam was laughing at them. It was like it had never happend. The last 4 days wiped from their memory. Even the rest of the base seemed to relax and no longer hold their breaths around the Colonel.

NO, everything was back to normal. Even though Hammond could see the descrete holding of hands under the table. He had eyes for this kind of thing. He didn't mind though and would turn a blind eye to it. SG-1 had been through more hell than anyone and in his eyes, it gave them some special treatment. They had earned this small price of a realationship. Both proving that they wouldn't let it interfear with their work. He trusted them of course. It was actually a relief that the Colonel had finally gotten a wriggle on and told her the already clear words.

"Thankyou Major Carter. Welcome home. I hope that you feel better soon." He nodded and they all stood.

Everyone launched into conversation, talking and laughing like teenagers on the way to class. They all joked around. Jack occasinolly mimicaking Daniel, Teal'c asking what he meant, and Sam laughing at the too carrying on. This was his family. He was happy when they where happy. Now he could finally get some sleep and not worry about the Colonel commiting suicide. Knowing that a certain someone would hold him and tell him everything would be alright.

Hammond rose from his seat and turned the lights off in the debriefing room. It was late. He might as well get some sleep before the next team arrived home. SG-4. now there was a team who walked around with their heads in the cloud. And makepeace. Hammond groaned. Don't get me started on the O'Neill wanna be.

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-So what did we think? I know the ending was rushed, couldn't quiet end it the way i wanted to. Feed back is a must!

-Nikki =)